dead man walking

last friday went... badly. super badly. doubleplusungood. it's the reason we're in counseling, though, and this next session should prove whether or not this therapist is worth the suitcases of cash we're paying her. if the next session doesn't help put some pieces back together, however... we may be doomed. crushed camels. coffins sealed.

light a candle, silent readers. malice shall be a cheery sort of fellow this week. i should hand out spare keys to my apartment, just in case. my life's turning out to be a fucking bummer...